Frustration, aggression, depression, resignation. In that order. But
what next? Cynicism, nihilism, radicalism? Or the realisation that life
sometimes just sucks, and that’s part of it? And then what?
Just keep going, hoping it means something? The care of a cheerful,
optimistic nihilism. If nothing matters, anything can be overloaded with
meaning at will. This is what we need to work on.
We take back the prerogative of interpretation and don’t leave it to
all the idiots out there without a fight. Misanthropy is the new engine.
All right, you mediocre worms: Self-assertion instead of therapy!